Chapter 122 Dante
The deathborn woman was curled on her side in the spare room we’d given her, knees drawn up, dark hair fanned across the pillow like ink spilled gently instead of violently. Her breathing was slow and even. Peaceful on the surface.
But I knew better.
Death dragons don’t sleep without listening. They rest with one eye open to the future, and right now her future was nothing but questions. Who would rule next. Whether she’d be safe. Whether death itself would turn on her again.
I didn’t wake her.
I just pulled the blanket a little higher over her shoulders and stood there a moment longer than necessary, letting my presence settle into the room like a quiet promise.
You’re not alone anymore.
Then I closed the door softly and headed for my room.
I push open the door to the room, my heart pounding with a mix of worry and anticipation after hearing her distress through our bond. But the moment I step inside, black flames erupt around me, swirling like living shadows, hot yet strangely comforting against my skin.
They don't burn, they caress, as if recognizing me, welcoming me into their embrace.
There, on the floor, is Seraphina, her dragon form fully manifested and unyielding. Her black hair cascades in wild waves, each strand flickering with contained fire that dances like embers in the night. Red dragon horns curve elegantly from her forehead, sharp and proud, catching the light. Shiny scales gleam along her arms and legs, iridescent under the room's dim glow, accentuating her powerful, feminine curves.
She's wrapped herself in a cloak of that same black fire, the fabric-like flames hugging her body, but her golden eyes are filled with tears, her face streaked with them as she curls in on herself, sobbing softly.
When she sees me, her cries hitch, and she reaches out a clawed hand, trembling.
"I... I can't force it back in," she whispers, her voice breaking, laced with panic. "I can't go back to normal. I'm stuck like this... what if I'm trapped forever?"
I hurry to her side, dropping to my knees without a second thought.
The black fire licks at my clothes but doesn't singe them, parting like water as I reach for her. My hands find her scaled cheeks, warm and smooth under my palms, and I pull her close, stroking her fiery hair gently.
"Shh, it's okay," I murmur, my voice steady even as my chest aches for her fear. "You're still you, Seraphina. Beautiful, strong. We'll figure this out together."
She whimpers, leaning into my touch, her body shuddering. "My dragon... she doesn't know either. Why I'm not reverting back. I'm so scared... what if I lose myself?"
But even as her words tremble out, something primal stirs inside me, a magnetic pull, like gravity drawing me inexorably toward her. My dragon rumbles in my chest, fueling a deep, insatiable need. This form of hers... gods, it's intoxicating.
The fire in her hair, the proud horns, the way her scales shimmer like jewels on her lithe limbs, it's all so fiercely sexy, amplifying her allure into something wild and untamed. I can't help myself; I cup her face more firmly, tilting it up, and crash my lips against hers in a kiss poured with everything I have: love, desperation, reassurance.
She moans softly into my mouth, a sound that vibrates through me, signaling she craves this too, needs the connection as much as I do. Her clawed hands clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer, her tongue meeting mine in a hungry dance amid the flickering flames.
My dragon surges, demanding I claim her again, show her she's mine, that I love every part of her—human, dragon, all of it. I need her like air, need to bury myself in her heat and remind us both of our unbreakable bond.
I pull her flush against me, her scaled body pressing into my chest, warm and yielding despite her fear. With a growl, I scoop her up, settling back on my heels as I draw her into my lap, her legs straddling mine.
My hands fumble with my belt, unbuckling it hastily, shoving my pants down just enough to free my cock. It springs out, thick and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum at the sight and scent of her. I push aside the black fire cloak with one hand, the flames parting obediently, revealing her bare pussy, no panties in sight. That little sneak, preparing for me even in her panic. Her folds glisten, slick with arousal, her scales framing the soft, pink entrance like a forbidden treasure.
Still devouring her mouth with deep, possessive kisses, I grip her hips, positioning her over my length. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her golden eyes locking on mine, wide with a mix of vulnerability and desire.
"Please," she breathes, her voice husky now, the fear edging into something raw and needy.
I ease her down slowly, the head of my cock nudging her entrance, parting her wet lips. She sinks onto me inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching around my girth, those inner walls fluttering as they accommodate me.
The sensation is electric, hotter than before, her dragon essence pulsing around me like inner flames, gripping me in a vise of velvet heat. She moans loudly, her head falling back, horns glinting as her fiery hair whips around us.
"Fuck, Seraphina," I groan, my hands sliding up her scaled thighs, feeling the smooth, shiny texture under my fingers.
I bottom out inside her, my balls pressing against her ass, and she clenches hard, a whimper escaping her lips. The black fire cloak billows around us, casting dancing shadows, but it only heightens the intimacy, making her look like a goddess of night and flame.
I start moving then, thrusting up into her with controlled rolls of my hips, building the rhythm as she rides me in my lap. Her claws dig into my shoulders, not breaking skin but holding on for dear life, her breasts heaving under the cloak, full and scaled at the edges, nipples hard peaks begging for attention.
I lean in, capturing one in my mouth, sucking hard while I pump deeper, my cock dragging against her sensitive spots.
She cries out, grinding down to meet me, her pussy soaking my shaft, juices dripping down to coat my balls. The pull between us intensifies, my dragon roaring in approval as I claim her fully, showing her with every thrust how much I need her, how this form only makes me want her more.
Her moans turn to sobs of pleasure, the fear melting away in the heat of our joining, her body trembling as she chases her release.
I grab her ass, scales cool and firm under my palms, and bounce her harder on my cock, the slap of skin echoing amid the crackle of flames.
"You're mine," I rasp against her neck, nipping at the soft skin there, careful of her horns. "Every form, every part! I'll love you through it all."